He kept his hands in the pouch pocket of his hoodie, not even bothering to take out one of the menus in the nearby rack on the table. Instead, he glanced up when he caught the movement of the approaching waitress out of the corner of his eye. Max smiled broadly. "Hiya," he said, not even waiting for her to greet him as she placed a glass of icewater on the table in front of him. "You're probably gonna think I'm a looney, I'll just tell ya that straight away."
Max chuckled to himself. What a way to start off a conversation. Hoping he hadn't put her off too badly, Max sat there with that doofy look on his face. It wasn't typical of him, but he could blame the fatigue he was fighting for that somewhat ridiculous expression. She'd think he was a looney alright, though hopefully only for his food choice, not for his weird looks.